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TruthSeeker
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Yup I just didn't expect to be out of the workforce at 59. Trying to work in the "mindfulness stuff" in mundane tasks. Mom was my secondary abuser and also main one in neglect so allowing myself to do these little things is kind of a big deal. Sort of like the "ya have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet" sort of thing. I'm doing well at not larding up the present with the past... but reluctant to allow myself to think/believe/feel that things here are gonna be hearts & flowers, pastoral and serene. We still have our independent mental health issues and that is a delicate balance for both of us (as long as she can do so... then it will be solely consigned for me). Not looking forwards to that aspect at all unless I am better supported by spouse or with some sort of community commitment that I can sustain myself with mental/emotionally if not financially.
Thanks, keep it coming Wilbur!
@The Albatross
My 99 y/o father was who he was till he died-emotionally and physically absent, emotionally physically neglectful, and verbally abusive. There was no warmth in his heart-he had no fire for life. He was a cold, aloof, depressed, and a critical drunk most of his life. He verbally and regularly stated wishing for his life to end -started in his 60s. He lived to be 99. I have come to believe that he did the best he could, with the way he was raised- which was sh$t. Abuse is learned and generational- my grandfather was exactly the same. I know how to abuse- but I choose not to ( the skills were taught to me by my family). When he first came- there were issues( his drinking- which he stopped himself)!) and his constant criticism till the day he died that were upsetting. But in my mind, he was my father and this was my duty- as a good daughter. So I vowed to treat him kinder than he treated me. I gained lots of resilience but we did end the relationship better that we started. I had him 8 years. Then poof- one day he was gone.
Old age is a loss of independence-and demoralizing. I didn’t want to become him- cold and indifferent- and that could have easily happened. You need to understand that I always wished the past had been MUCH different-I wished in his old age he’d be loving and warm- more connected-and in a way- he was nearer the end of his life. My treating him humanely left a more positive imprint and when he died and the only regret I had was I wished things could have been different growing up.
I could live in the past with him there at my home and feel nothing or feel anger, or I could treat him the same as my mother-in-law who came to stay regularly who was close in age to my father- humanely, w kindness and concern.
Your mother doesn’t have to live with you if that emotional suitcase is too heavy. It is hard sometimes to separate past from present. Is having her their slowing or impeding your progress? Are you angry with a person you should have been able to trust-who now is dependent on you?
Be careful not to repeat the cycle-because as someone on this site said- love and hate are not opposites- indifference is the opposite of love.
As he got older, more disabled, I saw him for what he was-as powerless,withering old man and a very sad human being. I pitied him for his miserable life.